You know how once you get a Red Hot Chili Peppers song stuck in your head you start hearing them everywhere you go? Then you inevitably start thinking about the crotch-cam in their “Give it Away” video and gross yourself out. Christ, why wont that band go away?

Michael Gillette had a similar experience with noticing sun designs on San Francisco buildings and started documenting them on SF Sun Houses. There are suns all up in this bitch. Perhaps this is a hint at a secret pagan conspiracy that runs this town? Or maybe we just really like the sun because, you know, it makes the Earth habitable and that’s where we keep all of our stuff. Go see for yourself, and be sure to tip him off if you see some worth noting.

Back when our band LA CORDE went down to play a show in Tijuana, we had the pleasure of hanging out with our friend Jason, a former San Franciscan who’s been living there for the past few years.

We’re planning on going back there for more shows over Labor Day weekend, so to get in the mood, I’ve been checking out Tijuanalandia, Jason’s blog. It’s pretty awesome. You should do yourself a favor and check it out yourself.

My buddy Eric found the zine depicted by The Zeit Guide (hrmph, I like my spelling better) on top of a mailbox near his place. Looks like they’re just getting started, but the zine they uploaded already contains some gems, such as:

HOW TO ORDER A MEAL:

Fast. And loud.

If you don’t know what he just said, don’t ask him to repeat, just shout yes. The more trouble for him, the worse the look, and the more questionable the preparation of food.

If you want to skip my noise and check it out, go ahead: Uptown Almanac.

Dunno what to say, really. I love San Francisco, I love the Mission District, but for some reason, I am hella burned out writing about the daily happenings in the Mission and most of my posts these days just kinda suck. My world is bigger than the Mission. San Francisco is bigger than the Mission. The Mission is bigger than the Mission. But people come to this blog for a reason and I have to recognize that.

So, Uptown Almanac is an attempt to chronicle everything that makes the Bay Area the best goddamn place in the States and the general debachery that goes along with the 20-something culture, written by some of the lousiest voices in SF.

Kevin Montgomery: Some guy that used to write most of the entries for Mission Mission in late 2009. He thinks he’s funny, but he’s not. Twitter + Tumblr.

Laura Beck: This girl writes for so many publications that there is no way in hell you’d have the attention span to read about them all. Most notably, she’s the lead for Vegansaurus!, which is basically a Grocery Eats for white people. Twitter.

Serg: He’s been writing Beer and Rap before most of us lived in the Mission District. He also writes Grocery Eats, which is basically a vegansaurus! for meat-eaters/people who hate white-people’s cooking. Twitter.

Anyways, Kat, Vic and Ariel will be taking it from here. Don’t worry, it’s going to be awesome. Maybe I’ll stop by from time to time if I see something Mission-related that doesn’t belong on Uptown. Who knows. PEACE.

I’ve been enjoying New York Shitty ever since Broke-Ass Stuart recommended it to me. It’s like Mission Mission except it’s about all of New York and is far more interesting. What makes it even more epic is that it was a blog that was started to document people letting their dog shit all over the proprietor’s neighborhood. Now it covers street art, car crashes, and occasionally talks about the search for good vegetarian enchiladas. I love vegetarian enchiladas, even in cities that I only go to once every 5 years. And rubber duckies affixed to tree stumps.

…so as I continue to walk up the stairs, the guy and his friend are walking awfully close to me. Don’t get me wrong, I like to hold hands with strangers and even get freaked from behind by them like at the Prom during slow jamz (the use of the letter “z” in the word “jamz” should be mandatory). But it felt a little weird. So I do the awkward scared white guy thing and just walk a little faster while also thinking in my head about how they teach girls to carry their keys in between their knuckles as a weapon in case of rape. I’m not sure that’s an “awkward white guy” thing as much as it’s a “really? you thought of how to not get raped?” thing.

So as I’m walking up to my apartment, I just casually walk in to my place and go to get a glass of water. And at this moment, I realize that one of the guys is in my kitchen. And at this moment, I realized I was their drug dealer.